Day Five: Something Worth Publishing
In the hopes that it will be inspired by its inclusion under the title "Something Worth Publishing," I'm going to talk about the book I'm writing now. It's something I never talk about with people I know -- or, if I do, only with sort of a hemming, hawing, aw-shucks kind of attitude. So I'm going to talk about it.
It's about a guy. A guy who leaves his life and moves to a farm that's populated with a host of characters. And, uh, things happen to them.
See, this is why I can't really talk about it. I don't know what to say. I'd much rather that you read it for yourselves, but I don't want people to read it because it isn't finished. And although I love feedback and hearing comments about the work-in-progress, I'd really rather have people read it finished. So it's not that I'm being secretive -- it's that I'm being selfish.
Now all I need is a really long stretch of not doing anything but writing. That's what I want most in the world, and also something I'm really scared of. I've been working on this thing for almost a year and a half; it's two-thirds done. It's no coincidence that its very best parts were written during long stretches of being able to work on it for several consecutive days while I was on vacation or something similar. Do I need to do nothing but work on it? No. Would I like to, and would the book be better for it? Yeah.
There's the rub. I wish I had something enlightening to say about it, but I don't. Maybe twenty-years-from-now Gwen can look back on this problem and laugh and laugh and laugh while she thumbs through her fifth published novel.
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